Two years, now. It had been two years since Hermione Granger had met Harry Potter. In a mere two years, she had personally faced an immortal dark lord, petrification, a monstrous three-headed dog, a vicious professor, a troll, and child abuse. Harry had suffered through even more. What on Earth had happened to her solitary life of reading?
Yet as crazy as Hermione’s life grew and as quickly it spiraled out of her control, distancing herself from Harry, the source of it all, was unthinkable. There was more tying her to him than friendship; if there were not, her parents no doubt would have moved her to Beauxbatons after first year. But even then, the friendship they shared would be reason enough to stay. Hermione could not imagine finding a better friend.
And that was terrifying. With the way things were going and with how reckless Harry could be, he was going to die. And then Hermione, if she were still alive, would be left behind to bury him, forever bereft of his company.
Atop the Astronomy Tower of Hogwarts, Hermione shivered as she imagined a world without her best – and if she were being honest, only – friend. She could only push herself so hard before Harry got both of them into trouble and their luck ran out.
And then there was Ron. To be fair, Hermione did not hate him. They constantly argued, and he was still a bit of a bully, but she did not hate him for that. The real problem was more subtle. Ron had once said he and Harry were a bad influence on her, and maybe they were. But Ron was a bad influence on Harry. If it was not quidditch, chess, or his next meal, Ron was not interested.
That was probably over-exaggerated, Hermione knew, but that attitude rubbed off on Harry, and it was going to get him killed. Two years of nagging, asking nicely, bribing, and anything else Hermione could think of, really, and Harry was still not taking his studies seriously despite the clear and obvious danger he was always in. It was utter madness!
It was that madness that Hermione contemplated tonight atop the Astronomy Tower. There had to be some way to keep Harry alive, some way to motivate him to do better. That night, as she sifted through her thoughts, Harry found her, and something surprising happened.
With Harry beside her and allies convinced she was going to become the next dark lady, as defined by them, she suspected she might just have a chance to keep them both alive. Sure, she might have to break one, or two, or a dozen laws along the way, but the system was so biased against her, so who cared? Well, Harry would never let her live that down, but she could put up with his gentle teasing.
Shortly before the Second Pacific War erupted, Kallen had to make a decision. She could either leave Japan with her father for the relative safety of Britannia or stay with her mother and brother in Japan. Deciding to leave to keep her father company, she arrived in Britannia and befriended the vi and li Britannia children.
As she grew closer to her new friends, Kallen came to the startling revelation that she might be more Britannian than Japanese. If nothing else, she had more in common with Lelouch than anyone else she had ever met.
Life as Motunui's chief has never been easy, but it would be a great deal easier if the world were not dying around them – or at least if someone else noticed that. A thousand years have passed since the demigod Maui was last seen, and without Te Fiti's heart, Moana can only hope someone else will save the world while she saves her people. That is what a chief does, after all.
In the far reaches of Canterlot Castle, high above in the towers lived the archmage. Everypony knew her, yet few had met her.
Twilight Sparkle sighed, having teleported away another noble seeking favors before reaching the top of the stairs for the second time today. They never learned. As the archmage, she already dealt with political squabbles far too often without inviting them into her home. Aside from personal favors for Celestia, she did what was required of her position and then returned to seclusion and research.
The nobility grumbled that no archmage should be a commoner, and Twilight’s disrespect toward them proved it. Each and every time they were forced to bow to her, they hated what they saw: the position, the status, the deference.
Was she not powerful? Was she not great?
Twilight, now reading through dusty scrolls and long forgotten tales, wrote in her notes — notes gathering dust of their own. A brief thought flashed through her mind.
Am I not powerful? Am I not great?
And then Twilight picked up The Tale of the Royal Pony Sisters.
Reborn as Harry Potter, Lelouch now has an entire magical world to sort out that, to his surprise, actually seems worse than Britannia. Known terrorists freely walk the streets. Corruption is rampant. A fool sits as the head of government. Oh yes, and every single eleven-year-old is given a wand that can replicate the effect of every geass he's ever encountered, including his own.
When Minato sealed the kyubi, he made a mistake. While still sealed away, Kurama had complete control of Naruto's body from the day of his birth.
A few years later, a young Hinata Hyuga stumbled in the snow. Everyone blamed her for her uncle's death, everyone except the strange boy she met that night.
Twilight Sparkle, the Solar Regent, was frustrated. She’d never had a chance against Nightmare Moon, and now she had to live with the consequences of her failure and the moon goddess on the throne beside her.
Shining Armor, Captain of the Royal Guard, was frustrated. His liege was gone. His marefriend was somewhere doing something. His sister was showing all the early warning signs of one of her infamous breakdowns. Worst of all, everypony was keeping secrets.
Sweetie Drops, Equestrian special agent, was frustrated. Work kept piling up, and there seemed to be more and more monsters to fight every day. She needed help.
Cadance, the Crystal Princess, was frustrated. Being somepony’s snack was beneath her, but needs must.
Tempest Shadow, wanderer, was frustrated. Why did life always insist on kicking her while she was down? If it wanted to maintain even the pretext of fairness, her next destination would be her last.
Luna, the Lunar Diarch, was delighted. Everything had gone perfectly since her return from exile.
Twilight Sparkle was born a Flare, a pony with far more magic than she can hope to control without decades of intensive training. Her spectacular loss of control during her entrance exam for Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns finally confirmed that fact. She was a danger to both herself and everypony around her. Only an immortal alicorn could safely teach her.
Sunset Shimmer was born a Flare decades before Twilight Sparkle. She had the incredible luck, or perhaps the terrible misfortune, to be born near the end of the millennium when Nightmare Moon would return. As Princess Celestia was no longer able to weild The Element of Magic, Sunset Shimmer was to bear it in her place.
But Sunset Shimmer disappeared.
Princess Celestia now needed a new student to bear The Element of Magic and defeat Nightmare Moon in Sunset Shimmer's place. She had less than two decades to prepare her pupil not only to bear an element, but to survive an encounter with a mad goddess long enough to claim victory. Even with all the odds stacked in her pupil's favor, success was not guaranteed. With all of Equestria at stake, Twilight Sparkle…was not the pony she needed.
Immediately after her first magical flare, Princess Celestia placed an inhibitor ring on Twilight Sparkle's horn, sealing away the vast majority of her magic. It would keep her safe at the cost of her purpose in life.
However, there were two diarchs of Equestria. Admist a lucid dream, an unbelievable offer was made.
“Hello, Twilight. Would you like to be my student?”
Despite the dangers of their homeland, Chrysalis and Myth, her pony, had crossed over from their world to Equus. In the distance loomed an enormous mountain, just as promised. Attached to the side of the mountain there was a city of such magnificence that it appeared to grow from the rock itself: Canterlot, the fabled city where the gods themselves dwelled.
They had been such fools to attempt the journey to Equestria. They had nearly died more times than they could count, and not all of their wounds would heal. And what was it all for? Nothing more than the vanity and childish optimism of a princess who wanted to be queen, who knew it would only be possible if she followed the same path as her mother.
But they had made it. They were alive. They may never attempt the journey home, they may never claim the throne, they may never revolutionise their homeland, but a world filled with wonders and untold magics stretched out before them. It would all be worth it.
Even as Chrysalis gazed upon Canterlot, home in the forests of her birth, her trail had finally been found.
It seemed like such a good idea. Go back in time. Slay Grima with his own power. Rid the world of him forever. It should have worked. It even did work. Once. Sort of. Well, not very well at all, really. Still, everything worked out in the end minus the whole not being born thing. But time travel is a capricious thing. As if two fell dragons wasn’t enough to shake the world…